Went for first fumble to the urinal this morning and got the unpleasant surprise that someone had stolen the 'fly' from my boxers. After a good rummage it became apparent that they had also placed said fly in my arrse region instead.

How on earth do I now continue to tell the young Murielson that she will look silly if she doesn't dress herself correctly in the knowledge that Daddy has walked around work this morning with his grollies on back to front?

Wouldn't have been so bad if I had emptied several local drinking establishments of their contents last night but it didn't happen.

Sign of age old chap. Recently sufferred a severe case of "Side Gusset" myself due to legs through waist and one leg hole resulting in strangely uncomfortable waist and loose left knicker leg. I console myself with the fact that I had been absolutely squealing drunk the night before.

Went for first fumble to the urinal this morning and got the unpleasant surprise that someone had stolen the 'fly' from my boxers. After a good rummage it became apparent that they had also placed said fly in my arrse region instead.

How on earth do I now continue to tell the young Murielson that she will look silly if she doesn't dress herself correctly in the knowledge that Daddy has walked around work this morning with his grollies on back to front?

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Did exactly the same thing about two days ago, realised at half eleven at night when i took them off - still can't work out why I didn't notice earlier.

i once made the dreadful faux pas of wearing white knickers with a black bra ..... imagine my embarrasment in casualty as they tried to remove the rolling pin from my anus that i'd fallen on several times earlier that day....

Went for first fumble to the urinal this morning and got the unpleasant surprise that someone had stolen the 'fly' from my boxers. After a good rummage it became apparent that they had also placed said fly in my arrse region instead.

How on earth do I now continue to tell the young Murielson that she will look silly if she doesn't dress herself correctly in the knowledge that Daddy has walked around work this morning with his grollies on back to front?

Similar embarassing dressing moments?

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Did exactly the same thing about two days ago, realised at half eleven at night when i took them off - still can't work out why I didn't notice earlier.

Went for first fumble to the urinal this morning and got the unpleasant surprise that someone had stolen the 'fly' from my boxers. After a good rummage it became apparent that they had also placed said fly in my arrse region instead.

How on earth do I now continue to tell the young Murielson that she will look silly if she doesn't dress herself correctly in the knowledge that Daddy has walked around work this morning with his grollies on back to front?

Similar embarassing dressing moments?

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Did exactly the same thing about two days ago, realised at half eleven at night when i took them off - still can't work out why I didn't notice earlier.

Dressing for work (which involved BIG brief to two-star) in darkened dressing room after BIG drinkies. Gradually as morning wears on realise suit jacket and suit pants not in total harmony. Grey pin stripe jacket and blue pin stripe kecks just not the look career minded Majors are wearing that year. Luckily MB heating goes epileptic on already very hot day and get away with shirt-sleeves for brief...Very strange look from randomly encountered Vice Chief in lift at going home time - smile politely and then run for it before he can muster up generalish spunk to query dress of nice young staff officer who is obviously in tearing hurry!!

Sounds a bit similar to the evening that Mrs Dees and I were driving down to a Mess summer ball. She started fidgeting soon after we departed, and about half an hour later, discovered that in the usual hurry to get ready / get the little Dees settled with their babysitter, she had put her thong on the wrong way 'round.

Did wonders for my libido as she struggled to hitch up her ball gown on the front seat to resolve the issue. Not to mention that of the truck drivers we were passing on the M1 at the time.

Of course, several beers later, happened to mention Mrs Dees predicament to a small gaggle of mess members, who then couldn't resist recounting the tale further until it made Part 2 orders the following week. (Mind you, not as funny as another mess member who was happily telling the other wives about his wife's Rampant Rabbit habit - that one reached Part 1 orders)